You leave the Pennsylvania station ’bout a quarter to four
Read a magazine then you’re in Baltimore
Dinner in the diner, nothing could be finer
Than to have your ham ‘n’ eggs in Carolina
When you hear the whistle blowin’ eight to the bar
Then you know that Tennessee is not very far
Shovel all the coal in, got to keep it rollin’
Woo, woo, Chattanooga there you are

There’s gonna be a certain party at the station
Satin and lace, I used to call funny face
She’s gonna cry until I tell her that I’ll never roam
So Chattanooga Choo Choo, won’t you choo choo me home?